Jesse St. James, the coach of Vocal Adrenaline, assigns Quinn, his star performer, to befriend (that’s the word he used) the star of New Directions, Rachel Berry. Quinn decides to take one for the team, and promises she won’t fall in love in her.
It wasn’t as easy as she thought.
She’s drenched in sweat by the time the number is over but her smile is plastered wide across her face. If there is one thing less acceptable that perspiring during a run through (“you can’t sweat on stage,” Dakota Stanley often says. “The slightest sheen will force the judges to consider your body odor and no one vouches for a stinking mess of a show choir”), it’s letting her show face fall. She still feels the sting in the palms of her hands from landing six consecutive back handsprings, and her throat is dry after belting out that high F at the end of the number, but she just grins and thinks, it will all be worth it when we take Nationals.
A Glass Of Water (Lima Designs: Somebody Fic This)
Quinn’s phone rings, and she finds Rachel’s name blinking on her screen.
“Hey Rach. What’s up?”
Quinn could only hear sobbing on the other line.
“I’m on my way.” Quinn hangs up and finds the one thing that she knows will calm Rachel down.
Why did this happen?
How did this happen?